This is a merge of my 'Wanderer' blog that tells of two years of my three years on the streets, and a new blog that tells of my life after the Diocese of Winchester ripped through my life for for the last few years on top of the previous serious harm that left me homeless
This is a day to day blog of my life as I continue to survive, work on recovery and on the social problems that I have and try to come to terms with limitless traumas I have survived along the way.
This blog is in tandem with my blog about my experiences in the Church of England

The former name of this blog and the name of it's sister blog are to do with my sense of humour, which I hope to keep to the end, which appears to be ever more rapidly approaching. At least I laughed, and I laughed at the people who were destroying me. Don't forget that.

Here are my books, which I wrote for you if you would like to know more:

Saturday, 24 September 2016


My shadow in the fading light
is reaching out towards the night

oh well the air is cold
and yonder lies my sleeping soul
by the branches broke like bones
oh this weakened tree no longer holds

Peeps, things are really bad.

But anyway, I dreamed a lot last night, but most of my dreams were about being in Jersey.
The only other dreams were bizarre. I dreamed I was sleeping rough, but in a shallow grave, while the archbishop was hanging around and blaring his own trumpet, as he does.
Then there was a body in a compost heap, but it was well rotted. It was the body of that little girl who went missing due to her parents' negligence in Portugal and then they exploited her disappearance and made loads of money, but it was her body in the compost heap. 
That was a horrible weird dream, I don't know if they have compost heaps in Portugal but I think the little girl probably is dead by now.

I am not going to go on surviving the horrific public destroyal of me by the church of england forever, which is why I am producing books about it. I am going to die. No one could withstand what I have and go on screaming for help while everyone turns away.

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